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1911 

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Samiuei JElisvyop'tk F^iser 




WHOLE GLAD 
YEAR 






THE 



WHOLE GLAD 
YEAR. 




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'Samuel <Sllswrorih, Kiser 




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ChicsL^o. U.S.A . 



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January 

'HE whole 
ahead 
With all its store 
treasures, j 
With all its praise unsaid / 1 
I And all its waiting pleasures 

jrene ana sacred days 
f I And days with triumph ringing 
And fair and flowery ways, 
The year is blithely bringing. 








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f^BBi^HE days are growing longer, 

#^i though the world is white 

%,|^ with snow,'^^ J^' 

r^ And the Spring is drawing 

nearer, ^ough the winds of Winter 

blow; / 

All the sparrows in the hedges twitter 

*' Courage", as I pass; 

1 can hear the dandelions pushing up- 

wpd through the grass. ^_^^ 

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The sun is swinging northward, and 

the days are lengthening. 

The lilac buds are swelling with the 

joy they are to bring; 

i Every morning gives a promise, though 

-^^ the winds of Winter blow, X. 

id there's hope in every supset, though 

the world is wki te, wit hisnow. 




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WHAT does it matter if winds 
blow chill. 
And the breath of Winter 
bedims the pane, 
If the blossom hides in the brown bud 
still, 
And the bare boughs dr 
the pelting rain ? 
You trust in me and to me you cling, 
And in my heart, dear, it is Spring. 

Though the fields are brown and 
^ sky is gray. 

And the flowers sleep under las 

year's leaves, 
Though the sparrows sit through the 

sunless day, 
"AH ruffled-up, on the wind-swept 

eaves, 
You laugh, my litde one, and you sing, 
And in my heart, love, it is Spring 





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April 



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^^t "WOW can the day be 

II dreary, 

■ I How can the heart 
^ M^ JLjf' be sad; 
How can^TC soul be weaiy 

When all the winds are glad — 
When every bud is leaping, 

Triumphant, from its bed; 
When March is spent and sleeping, 

And Summer *s just ahead? 



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There 's joy among the flowers, 
There *s glee upon the hills ; 

There 's laughter in the showers 

J That swell the leaping rills ; 

There 's gladness in the hedges 
Where happy songsters wed, 

Exchanging loving pledges, 
With Summer just ahead. 

There *s joy in every cluster 

Of reeds upon the slope; 
Each morning puts new luster 

Upon the shield of hope! 
Why should a heart beat sadly. 

An eye look out with dread. 
When all the woods ring gladly 

And Summer 's just ahead ! 




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iHAT does the lark in the 
meadow sing? 
Be glad;" 
What is the robin caroling? 
"Be glad;" 
What are the words that the breezes 

bring 
Over the hills, 2ind what is the thing 
That is sung by the rushes beside the 

spring? 
Listen — the song of the breeze and 

birds / 

Is a song of joy that has two Jfn 
words : 

"Be glad; 

What do the waves to the pebbles 

"Be glad;" 
What are the words of the thrush's lay? 

"Be glad;" 
Why is the thorn with its blossoms gay? 

- Why are the orchards a-blooni today? 
Why are the lambs in the fields at play? 
God is teaching the world again 

- To picture His lave and to say to taen 
m " Be glad." 



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June ^ 




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ASONG is in the hermit's 
breast 
And glee is in the robin's 
b. lay ; 
The eggs are warm within the nest 
That friendly breezes lightly sway. 

The stream is singing through the glen 
And there is gladness in its tune ; 

The roses are in bloom again, 

The fields proclaim that it is June. 

By gentle winds the leaves are stirred 
Where honey from the clover drips; 

The maiden leans to hear the word 
iThat trembles on her lover's lips. 



he orchard shadows slowly shrink, 
The glorious year is at its noon; 
h, if there is a heaven, I think 
hat there it always will be June. 



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July 



LUSH banks of green, the 
pleasing scents 
That rise from tangled ferns 
and moss; 
The mandrakes in their leafy tents, 
The path with green boughs spread 
across; 
The murmur of the pebbly stream, 
And all the peaceful day to dream. 



The catbird's wail, the bobolink's 
Bold challenge from his cool retreat; 

The yielding turf which softly sinks 
Like splendid carpet 'neath our feetj 

A day to dream of by- and -by, 

And we in Eden — you and I. 





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August 



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HE nest is empty on the 
bough, f 

The fledgling ventures 
I forth alone; 
Where blossoms lent their sweetness, 
^^ now , 

AXvBBnrhe fruit they promised us is shown. 
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The grain that waved upon the slopes 
^ ; Has ripened 'neath the smiling sun 
And brought fulfillment of our hopes — 
The season's harvesting is done. 

O'er all the scene contentment lies 
The earth is richly strewn wit 
sheaves; 

The deepest blue is in the skies, 
The sweetest rustle in the leaves 

And they alone sit murmuring, / 
Deprived of hope, to gladness dumB^ 

Who blindly failed to see in Spring 
The harvest time that was to com 



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September 




UT beyond us Hope is call- 
ing 
To the strong and to the 
fearless; 
In the past a mist is falling 

On the valleys that were cheerless; 
Stretching from the splendid present 

There are pathways leading far 
To the hilltops where the pleasant 
Tints of early Autumn are. 

Out beyond us there is lying 

A year filled with fair tomorrows; 
In the silentgast are dying 

^1 our little cast-off sorrows; 
In me distance there %re glowing 

Heights on which ploud banners fly; 
Armed as victors, we' are going, 

'ft) ascend them, you and I. 



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^pJfc^HERE is a crispness in the 

%^1 j| That makes the timid cease 
w to fear, ^ y 

That challenges the brave to dare, 

And makes the doubter's duty clear; 
With well-won gains the vines are rich, 

And all the hillsides are ablaze 
With gorgeous tints and tinges which 
Lend beauty to October days. 

Upon the trees where blossoms spread 

Their fragrance when the days were 
long, 
The apples' cheeks are turning red; 

The lambs have grown sedate and 
strong ; 
Clear streams are tinkling blithely where 

The fretted banks were full in May; 
A sense of peace is everywhere, 

And weariness is far away. 

Soft robes of royal purple He 

Upon the distant lofty slopes, 
And every zephyr passing by "*" 

Singaff sweetly of rewarded hopes ; 
The fi^l^s are fairer for the loss 

Of wealth the granciries have won. 
And o'er the far-off town a cross 

Is gleaming golden in the sun. 



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Noverri 

^^^to^HE wind is howling througK ^g5;^^^ 

M^m ^ the streets, ^ 

1^ I t The wails are shaken by 

r the storm; 

But tucked between the snowy sheets 
My little one is safe and warm. 

November's wrath is roused tonight; 

The storm king's hounds have 
slipped their chains 
And gallop forth with all their might, 

The rain is pelting on the panes; 
The ghost of Summer moans outside, 

And Aeolus in anger roars; 
God help the children who abide 

Where Want is crouching at the doors. 

The world is lashed as if because 
It were some guilty, shameful thing ; 

The bare limbs bend like giant claws 
^^^ To rend the sod, and, hammering 

Against the walls with all his force. 
The storm king tarries for a space. 

Then rushes madly on his course 
To fret the earth and rend its face. 

Ah, let the wind howl through the streets, 

Let old November's worst be done. 
For tucked between the snowy sheets 

All safely lies my little one. 



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'ecember 




/^l yERE with its c 

I k LiJ ^^'^ ends; 

I JW ■ I The fires upon the hearth 

iWA JL are bright; 

Again the star of promise sends 

Its message downward through the 
night. f^^ 

^1^ Peace spreads her mantle o'er the scena , 
IP The tumult ceases for a space ; ^glW 
The world is resting and serene, 
And hope transfigures every face. 

The lambs are gathered in the fold 
Where dangers may not menace 
them; 
At Love's behest once more is told 

The story brought from Bethlehem. 
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yff'^'The days are brief, the shadows long, 

/^u The nights are white and strangely 

ypm still. \ 

'if And all the world has one sweet song 
^^ Whose sweeter chorus is Good Will. 

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